The time of year when you start to feel really guilty (instead of just a bit guilty) about all those friends you’ve been meaning to write to all year but actually haven’t written to since last Christmas; the time when you realise in a last minute panic that you usually send said friends a small present in the post with the annual letter and you haven’t got them anything; the time when you start to receive cards from more organised friends and realise that yes, we’re actually in DECEMBER and it’s time to get on with it.

Yesterday, after the x-rays (just routine, took about three minutes, but journey there and back took well over an hour!) and between naps (still catching up from Wales trip) I wrapped ALL my presents … or at least I thought I’d wrapped all my presents. I was briefly very pleased with myself. Then I realised that two that were mail order hadn’t actually arrived yet and there were three of those annual letter friends that I’d forgotten to get anything for!

Fortunately I was visiting a friend in Cambridge today and we’d planned to go to one of these garden centres that make most of their money from non-garden related things. We didn’t even look at the plants, but we spent a good long time in their cafe and browsed their giftie bits and pieces, which nicely sorted out all three said friends.

I’m now feeling quite pleased with myself again because as soon as I got back I wrote the backbone of that annual letter. Obviously it’s not going to be a ’round robin’ letter – there’s no excuse for those these days; it’s too easy to make them personal by topping and tailing them and adding salient bits about the individual friends, and points that might be of special interest to them, but the ‘general’ news, such as the Barcelona trip, the fact that I’m still in gainful employment in spite of the recession and so’s hubby etc. etc. is all down.

I’m now worrying about the fact that the letters, ‘R.A.’ appear eight times on one side of A4!! It’s NOT that I’m letting it define my life, honest … it’s just that the Barcelona trip was a big feature of my year and well, that was all about R.A.! Tough – they’ll just have to live with it. I do! At least they only get it once a year.

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My name is not Pollyanna and I'm not a penguin. If you'd not worked out the last bit you should probably stop reading this and seek out a psychologist.

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